Meanwhile, the Slytherin team waiting room.

Marcus Flint hurriedly picked up the curtain and walked in, "I just ran into a red robe, that little dwarf, what's his name, anyway—he got angry after being mocked for a few words. Jump feet."

"Did you mean Oliver Wood? Or that Ryan?" A little snake was wiping his lucky gold coins, "Everyone in the red robe is whining."

"That's true," Flint shrugged, taking over his companion and handing over thickened armor.

The green and silver-decorated Slytherin waiting room was a little quiet. It didn't look like it was going to be a game soon. They arranged their hairstyles, sprayed themselves with anti-perspirant potions, and some held a book of "A Variety of Styles". The Witcher magazine read with relish.

"To be honest, I can't get enough of this game. Did you see the gems in the hourglass? There are only about a dozen Gryffindors, and even if they win Quidditch, they won't be able to score first. One," the Slytherin batsman lay lazily on the green chaise longue, and it was not clear why there was such a thing as a chaise longue in the waiting room.

"We just need to keep Ravenclaw out of the championship, as for the Hufflepuffs... they're always intimidated, and the Muggle-born fat guy knocked me out last time and came to apologize to me, "The batter shuddered. "Shit, I got goosebumps - they're not a threat anyway."

"Okay," Slytherin Captain Mile Pursey interrupted Lazy Snake's grumbling, "gentlemen, just a few words, anyway, the opponent is Gryffindor, and it's enough for us to fight. The spirit of Twelve Points, last time we failed to win the Quidditch title, breaking Slytherin's winning streak."

"It made me lose a lot of money betting on the ball..." The lazy little snake whispered.

"Anyway - this is the last time Gryffindor Captain Charlie Weasley has participated in the competition. I don't need to describe how disgusting he usually is," Meier said with his eyes dazed and a villainous look on his face. Tightening the robes on his body, "Listen clearly, even if you don't win, you won't let them leave any good memories."

"Flint will play as a Chaser this time. I will be the Seeker, but the main task is not to find the ball, but to scramble around the field to hinder the opponent's Chaser attack," Meier patted the lazy snake Sitting on the chaise longue, "Trench, come and stare at the Golden Snitch, and remind me when you see it."

"Yes, yes," Trench nodded lazily, but the disgusting Gryffindor tactic did give him a little interest.

"Okay, when the foul is committed today, everyone should be a little more covert. Don't let Mrs. Hodge see any clues. By the way, someone caught the news that Mrs. Hodge supports the Falmouth Falcons-"

"It's that rude team with the slogan 'Let's win, but if we can't win, let's break a few heads', so Mrs. Hodge slapped some of the 'heads' in the game. ' The foul tolerance is very high, maybe she just likes to listen, everyone understands what I mean, right?"

The news made the entire Slytherin team eager to try. Maier smiled, picked up the Nimbus 1700 on the side, raised the curtain leading to the arena, and screamed and loudly poured in. He pointed out that Pointing to the Quidditch pitch, "Come on, gentlemen, tell me what's on your mind right now?"

"Listen to it!" The little snakes picked up their brooms and followed Maier out of the waiting room. Maybe they may have made a mistake in the content of the game and put \'listen to it\' in the first place, but At this moment, they are indeed full of endless motivation.

A Slytherin is a man who is faithful to his heart.

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Anna and Belinda came to the stand where the little Slytherin wizards gathered. As soon as they sat down, they were stuffed with two small green flags. Blow it, and the horn will emit a different tone of "Slytherin~Victory~Oh~"

"Bibi Duo Flavored Beans! Do you need anything? Chocolate Frogs! Hot Pumpkin Juice!" The little wizard with a snack box was walking in the gap between the stands, "Oh! Licorice wand? Of course we have it, we only need two pieces per pair. Can!"

Anna bought a bunch of licorice wands. It was a candy in the shape of a wand. The strong licorice flavor could instantly explode in her mouth. Belinda didn't like the smell of licorice. She covered her nose and fanned in disgust, "You Can I have some elegant food?"

"You mean durian candy? Or stinky tofu?" Anna held a licorice wand in her mouth and fiddled with the \'Slytherin trumpet\' in her hand.

"When I didn't say, eat your licorice wand and go," Belinda was quickly attracted by the banner in front of her, because it just blocked her view, "Miss, could you please lower the banner a little bit, I can't see anything!"

Belinda patted the girl in front of her on the shoulder, and the long curly-haired snake showed an apologetic expression, "Sorry, the game is about to start, we want Marcus to see the banner we made as soon as he comes out, later will let go."

"Marcus Flint?" Anna tilted her head, but she didn't expect that the troll even had a support team?

"Yes! Marcus is really the cutest giant in the world...cough, the cutest player!" The long curly-haired snake turned red, and took out a few personal photos of Flint from his robe, "We also sell Do you need his photo?"

The Flint in the photo is either eating rudely, or drooling and falling asleep in the history of magic class, Anna frowns slightly, this is definitely not a research photo of \'Trolls\'?

"No, hehehe..." Belinda politely refused.

"How much is that picture of drooling sleeping?" Anna thought it was a good material to threaten Flint. He was afraid of his mother, and he definitely didn't want her to know that he was sleeping in class~lightnovelpub.net~ Have an eye! "The little snake with long curly hair shook the photo in his hand, "Two Xi Ke!" As long as two xikes can enjoy Marcus' cute sleeping face at any time! "

The price of a licorice wand is not bad, Anna nodded, and under Belinda's eyes, bought the photo, and then received an additional white medal with a Q version painted on it. The troll, Flint, is beating the gorilla with its fangs and claws. There is a small line in the middle, \'Guard the best Marcus Flint\'.

God, Anna's hand holding the medal is shaking, "This is..."

The long curly-haired snake explained very intimately, "This is the medal of our support club. The support club will hold events every Friday, mainly talking about the lovely Marcus, and sometimes other players, if you are interested. You are welcome to join at any time, and the medal will show the location of the party at that time."

The long curly-haired snake has bright blue eyes, "Sister, I look forward to your joining!"

"Uh, I'm looking forward to it too," Anna smiled, but her head was very firm. She would rather deliver meals to the Dark Lord than attend Marcus Flint's evil offline fan party.